job hunting can start to feel endless, like effort without meaning. a reflection on modern hiring, automation, and the quiet exhaustion of waiting for something real to happen.

Sometimes I wonder if anything I create really matters. What’s the point of making something that could disappear? Yet in that question, I’ve found quiet meaning, to keep building, learning, and creating, even if no one sees it. Because maybe the point isn’t to change the world, but to find light and share it, no matter how small.